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Growing from out of the gutters of societies labyrinths.

Emerges a presence enveloped in hunger, anger and death.

A lethal creation made from the discarded.

Windows get barred.

Alarms are set.

Fortresses are erected.

All in the hopes of keeping it out of their comfort zones.

 Out of view out of mind?

Tell that to the victims whom snipers felled.

In the night, we gather plotting and scheming.

On the corners, our plans are played out.

Dark alleyways mask our most evil.

A change is on the horizon however.

Our forces grow daily at an alarming rate.

The streets are teeming with our kind.

They kill our greatest and leave voids needing to be filled.

Applications are not needed, for the positions are taken before they are open.

Winds indicate the weather, but signs will not be given when we strike.

One look at our blood shot eyes sends shivers down pampered, sheltered spines.

We reek of destruction, exhale demons, and give birth to plagues.

Home is where the heart is and the heartless have no home.

Therefore, we roam the worlds we were birthed in.

So goes the words of the ones held accountable in prayers.

The realities of our lives will soon become disturbances in the minds.

We traverse the dark because they took our sunshine.